One day, she just exists and became this kind of girl who doesn’t wanna talk or write. All she want is to not to feel anything and be careless and be selfish. For the whole world to just turn it’s back on her. Like it made her feel years back then until from this very moment.

There she was
Standing in the crowded train
Keeping herself busy
Mind’s conscious around her
The murmurs, shouts
And conversations
As her background
But she chose to pretend
Not to care
Yet it still bothers her inside.